She was a kraken beauty, average intellect, intellect, smile which concealed a deceitful arrogant prejudice which was shallow mean violent and lying throwing chairs at people ghosting them ignoring them when when approaching or talking to her. Hitler in disguise. A witch strong woman nasty and weak. If this was the mediaeval ages, she would’ve been burnt on the stake that’s kind of what happened.

“Oh come on. She can’t be serious.”

Danny rolls his eyes at his phone. Lucy should just make up her mind and make the right decision. Seeing her post a picture of her and Jake just grinds his gears.

Jake is….nice. But who wants nice? That’s boring.

Danny is interesting. He can take her on adventures and keep her life exciting. He may not express his emotions outwardly, but she knows him and his feelings for her. He doesn’t have to say anything anyway. She’ll always come back to him.

She has ever since they were young. Some may say he is overconfident, but he is just knowledgable, basing it off of experience. Prior data.

She’s probably doing it to make him jealous. That makes more sense. Jake was always in his shadow.

“Danny?”

There she is now. This is the moment. Finally.

“I just needed to tell you something.”

He smiles and gestures her to continue. He knew it. Jake was just a placeholder. Danny was always the one with her heart.

“Jake and I are dating.”

_What? _“What?”

Her eyebrows raise, “Why are you so surprised?” Her tone has an edge of suspicion and accusation.

“Well I guess I always thought you and I had something,” he says casually, trying not to show his true shock.

“I used to have a crush on you, but you never seemed to be into me. I’ve been spending time with Jake and I really like him.”

He refrains himself from having a visible reaction. “But not like you do me.” Ok that just slips from his mouth. But it’s not untrue.

“And why do you get to decide that?” She asks, a cold look taking over her features.

Shrugging, he replies, “I didn’t decide that.” The implication is left unsaid, that he thinks that she thinks that.

“Well I didn’t say that. Jake is good to me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” she says with finality and turns to walk away.

“Goodbye Danny.”

—— (I think it is weird how lately the brooding, bad boy with some deep trauma is pushed. If that’s what you’re into, that’s fine, but I feel like in these movies and TV shows, it doesn’t make sense. Like in My Life with the Walter Boys, it does not make sense to me for Jackie liking Cole. Just because he is nice sometimes does not mean you have to accept everything that he’s done. Like why can’t the nice guy win? Somehow the “easy” or “safe” option isn’t the best option?

No joke, Danny would 97% be the winner of a love triangle these days. I’m also thinking of a different show, but I won’t mention that because I can talk all day about it. And I have the more unpopular opinion. Not my best but I really wanted this out of my drafts.)

Megan was cold hearted woman. She killed rabbits for fun and everytime she would see a puppy or kitten she would cut his tail off. She also regularly stole money from the church offering plate. One day, megan cut the tail off of her next door neighbors dog. The neighbor, Randy, saw a video of this on their home security camera. Randy decided that he needed to take action. So once Megan fell asleep, Randy broke in and kidnapped her. He drugged her with chloroform and threw her in the back seat. He then proceeded to drive to a very secluded ranch that his family owns. Once they get to the ranch, Randy takes Megan out of the car and straps her to a cross. He then woke Megan up with adrenaline and nailed 2 nails into her hands. She screamed bloody murder and fainted. He gave her another shot of adrenaline. He then tied 2 separate ropes to her arms, and attached the ropes to horses. He shot off a gun and the horses ran in different directions pulling her arms off of her body. She was still not dead, so he disimbowled her and left her to rot. The birds ate her body over the next few weeks. The neighborhood was so happy to find out that she was killed. They now no longer needed to worry about their pets. The end.

It had been days since Paul had heard anyone’s voice. The wolves searching for food and companionship were the only noises echoing through the air. Days and night’s passed without any concept of time. The only opening was a hole that was just large enough for Paul to fit his head through.

Outside, the cool and crisp air of the daytime would give way to the frigid and dry stillness of the night. Inside the oversized wooden crate was a fleece throw and a ladel with a large extension. Paul would use the ladel to retrieve a small cups worth of water from the nearby water bowl that also had managed to gather leaves and pine needles. The rear of the crate had a small opening that was used as a drainage point for any personal waste from Paul. The stench coming from the hole was putrid and the smell of urine and feces would have been overwhelming for any other individual. Paul had grown accustomed to it after several days inside the crate.

Day in and day out, the old man would return to the crate. He would greet Paul and proceed to pour a few cups worth of water into the bowl after clearing the leaves. Never speaking more than a few words, he would check the chains that secured the crate. After which, he would stand and smile, making sure that Paul would see him. Almost as if he was taunting Paul. Every day was the same routine. Each day ending with a stare down of silence and a smile that would eat into Paul’s mind.

After two weeks of the smiling old man’s visits, hunger began to overcome Paul. He knew that the old man would have trouble reaching him once the snow began to fall and the visible path back to the crate was covered. Paul had no eaten anything since had awoken inside the crate and the ravenous feeling was becoming too strong. It was in these overwhelming moments of hunger that Paul had devised a plan.

The following day as the old man made his way to the crate, Paul layed motionless inside. Thinking that Paul had potentially succomb to his hunger, the old man grabbed a fallen stick and began to poke around inside, jabbing into the sides of the motionless Paul. Standing with the biggest grin on his face, the old man began to unlock the chains from around the crate.

”You’re going to make a great broth. It’s a shame there’s not much meat left but at least we got rid of the fat.” the old man smirked as he continued to free the chains from the crate.

”You definitely lasted alot longer than those others though. I think I’ll save you for spring.” joked the old man to himself.

As the smiling old man lifted the lid and began to peer inside, Paul quickly lunged forward, gripping the old man’s neck and tearing his esophagus from his body. The old man fell over, coughing and squirting blood in every direction as his heart continued to feed the artery in his throat. As he laid on the leave covered ground, gasping for air and gurgling on his own blood, his eyes moved towards the crate opening.

There at the top of the crate sat Paul, ravenous from smell of blood and lack of food. The old man, slowly bleeding out and searching for air, watched as Paul sat on the crate. Feasting on the esophagus of the old man, Paul looked down at him. Smiling, Paul began to lick the end of his fingers while the old man watched on in terror while his throat was being devoured in front of him.

Gasping his last and final breaths and all the while choking on his own blood, he stared at a now blood covered and smiling Paul.

She absolutely disgusts me. That might sound harsh but I had tried to love her——really I had—— she’s just….unlovable.

Her name is Brielle. She dresses solely in bubblegum pink so she has a “trademark style,” but I know for a fact, she doesn’t even like the color pink. Her face is caked in a mess of makeup that people have the audacity to compliment her on. Just by looking at her, you can tell that she is fake. Talking to her removes all doubt. She pitches her voice in an annoying excited tone just to get attention. She’s so needy. I don’t think she has a single genuine friend. One day at lunch, little miss try-hard bubblegum Brielle was approached by the football quarterback, Chase Sanders. Brielle pretty much orbited Chase every day and dreamed of him at night. She thought no one knew. She was wrong. “Brielle? Will you go to prom with me?” Brielle’s heart dropped and her face seemed to radiate joy, but before she could answer, Chase broke out into a fit of laughter. He looked back to the rest of the team who were all laughing. Brielle was stupid enough to be confused at what was happening. She realized the truth soon enough. “She actually thought Chase would go with her?” “Did you see her face?!? Priceless!” “Geez, Brielle, learn how to take a joke!” Tears came to Brielle’s eyes and shame weighed heavy on her chest. She fled to the bathroom with the entire cafeteria’s eyes trained on her back. Even I felt sorry for her and I can’t stand the girl. In the bathroom, Brielle’s tears became ugly sobs. (Not going to lie, she’s an ugly crier.) She collapsed on the ground exhausted. She spent every single minute of every single day trying to remold herself into someone people liked. But once again she was rejected by all. She finally got up off the ground after an embarrassing amount of time—no one came to check on her—and looked into the mirror. I looked back and twisted my face in repulsion. Why couldn’t I be someone other than Brielle?

havent even had my first kiss yet, i sit down next to him anyway and he scoots closer to me and thinking that i dont notice... i turn my head to him, so does he and i say "your really pretty eyes look in the pretty " i hate myself "Your eyes look really beautiful " he says to me. I think he likes me , i kiss him and pull away "Im sorry was that bad? that seemed really bad" he doesnt say anything and just grabs my face and we start making out, wow, i havent done anything like this before but it feels right, we stop and watch the movie for a bit, and i ask "Can i stay over tonight?" "Uh… yeah yeah sure of course, ill be right back" he replys and then runs upstairs. I have the biggest grin on my face and it wolnt go away. oh my gosh he is so perfect, i want to run my hands through his curly brown hair, and stare at his bright blue eyes for hours, my mom would hate me if she knew i just made out with a boy, she would disown me, Good thing i wolnt tell her. He comes back downstairs and asks
"Do you wanna go upstairs to my room, also you can borrow some of my clothes to sleep in" HIS CLOTHES, hes letting me wear his clothes! "Yeah okay" i say with the worst poker face anyone has ever made. He grins and says "Follow me" i go with him and he lays on his bed and i do the same next to him and he kisses me again, i bet i suck at this, i bet hes gonna start a rumor about me at school being the worst kisser, but no one would care anyway no one knows who i am, might as well enjoy it, i kiss him back and then we makeout for a couple hours, at around 12:25 he says "We should probably get some sleep now" and chuckles a bit "Yeah we really should” but i kiss him and before i knew it it was three in the morning Then four AM, and he stops and gets up and i sit on the edge of the bed looking confused and he grabs my hand, without saying anything, he brings me to his backyard and we watch the sun rise together, i bet hes done this before and this is just a little scheme to get me to fall for him "I bet you do this alot with other people" i say And he says back "Believe it or not, I’ve never had a boyfriend" "Oh, is it bad that kind of makes me feel better about this?" I ask "Not at all” i put my head on his shoulder and we say nothing for the rest of the time we are outside, later he takes me back to his room and we both fall asleep, until we wake up to his mom opening the front door and he asks
“Do you wanna meet my mom" i grin and we go downstairs and his mom sees me and looks scared, she looks me up and down and says in her calmest but still very condescending tone "Aidrian, who is this and why is he wearing your clothes?" "Hi mrs… Aidrians mom? I came over to hang out but didnt expect to sleep over, so aidrian let me borrow his clothes" i tell her "Oh okay" you can see the relief on her face "Do you wanna go back up to my room” i ask “Sure” i reply "Call me beth!" Aidrians mom shouts up while we are walking away "We should build a pillow fort" i say with so much exitement on my face "That is such a good idea” he says back with around the same amount of exitement we build the pillow fort and he puts the tinyest pillow he has on my head and says “You are now king of pillow land" “Is that what we are gonna call it?” I say “Duh" he replys jokingly “that also makes me the other king of pillow land” “So you are other king” i say but with other king in finger quotes. He smiles at me and grabs me by the waist, pushed me against the wall and says "looks like the other king has more power now” “You might be right, you wanna test that out?” I say, we crawl under the pillow fort and start kissing, again, cant say im mad about it though

(This is the longest part yet! I am planning on doing more, but i plan on going to bed early tonight like 11:30 or smth)

Today has been the best day yet and im not gonna end the happy day, i texted my mom "im gonna hang at a friends house" and of course she says "evan why do you think i would care so i grab the car keys and text aidrian and ask him if i could hang at his place and he says "sure" the thoughts are going through my head, do i like him, can i like him, does he like guys? i mean he asked for my number plus he called me cute so mabye he does, is it okay to like guys?

(At aidrians house)

"Hey bro whats up?" I say "Nothing much, i was just kinda chilling" he responds "do you want to go up to my room?" I really dont want to "Sure!" I said back enthusiasticly, why the fuck did i say that so annoyingly, Oh my god i am such a little bitch "Okay" he says with a smile "follow me "Here are the bathrooms, my sisters bedroom, NEVER go in there, closet, and now the living room" "Woooaaaaahhhh your living room is so cool dude" I tell him "Yea, its pretty mid" he says. I see a pride flag hanging on thewall, he either supports or is it "Nice flag” i say whilst pointing at it "my mom would freak" "Thanks" he reply "make your self comfy" and he pats the seat next to him, oh shit, did he think i came here to makeout? I havent even had my first kiss yet, i sit down next to him anyway and he scoots closer to me and thinking that i dont notice…

CLIFF HANGERRRRR :) (I need to consult a friend about the next part of the book and she is probably sleeping because it is 2:13 AM)

The man stands at just below six foot, his posture correct and his expression serious as he patrols the small room from end to end.

His eyes are deep brown, his hair, a darker shade of said brown, is short amd combed across his head.

A maid walks past the door and he walks with measured strides towards it, clears his throat and calls with volume yet calmly. ‘Excuse me, when will Mr. Willis be arriving home?- I have to discuss a rather urgent matter.’ ‘Mr. Willis should be home any minute now good sir.’ ‘Thank you’ he moves to the window of the room.

To all appearances, Sir. Sid Beckett was a measured gentleman, austere with himself, calm and seemingly always able to add a comment or fact to any topic, no matter how complex the concept. His complexion, though rarely alighted with a smile, is charming in a rather backwards way, and his eyes, though cold and seemingly devoid of humanity, are still somehow charming, just as Sir. Sid Beckett himself.

As Beckett enters the small room his posture and expression changes, and he becomes, in a word, ugly.

He sneers and rushes toward Mr.Willis, whispering angrily as he does so. ‘What in Samael’s name are you doing here?’ ‘You realise Samael’s a bad guy. Kinda…’ ‘That’s the whole point Willis, you can’t be here with good intentions.’ ‘Sure… I just wanted to tell you about a wee problem with the hand over…’ ‘This is my home, do not talk about such things. What problem?’ Beckett leans toward the man with urgency and badly concealed anger. ‘Well Beckett, they didn’t accept the ring.’ Willis shrugs. ‘You what? Quieter, we can not talk about these matters here. More to the point, how did you cross my threshold?’ ‘Well… I smiled sweetly at lady Beckett and said I was here to give you both an early anniversary present’ ‘Anniversary? No-one-‘ ‘Let me stop you there Sir Sid Beckett, lady Beckett finds such occasions very important and was so glad someone remembered.’ ‘Willis… Please tell me you actually brought a gift along?’ ‘Yes, of course, I couldnae lie to the fair maiden. And I bought and brought one for you to give too, I figured you’d never remember.’ Willis produces two packages and passes them over.

Not exactly the prompt or what I set out to write, but hey ho

Recognising the raucous voices that meant her children had finally woken up and were having their daily fights before school, Maria decided that continuing to read her emails in this chaos was pointless and reluctantly closed her laptop, picked up her now warm cup of coffee and made her way upstairs to stop their fight.

“Amy and Jack Nelson, stop being ridiculous and hurry up or you will be late to school,” she called out then gasped when she saw they were in a heap on the floor, tugging at each other's hair and clothes.

She ran forward and tried to separate them, only for her daughter to accidentally hit the cup of coffee with her elbow, causing the whole thing to spill on her mother. Only then did the two children stop their fight to inspect the damage they’d inflicted on their mother’s white dress shirt.

“I’m sorry mama...” her daughter began. Maria took a second to compose herself. She would not be like her father, who would have likely exploded in anger at such a situation, and then beat them all to a pulp, creating new scars to go along with the rest. Instead, she took a deep breath and smiled at her children.

“It’s okay, accidents happen,” she said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice. “Let’s just clean this up and then we can all go down for breakfast, okay?”

Her children’s faces illustrated the shame and embarrassment they felt at the fight they now recognized as childish, and they quickly got to work cleaning up the spilt coffee. Maria couldn’t help but smile at their enthusiasm, even in the face of their mistake.

As she unbuttoned her soiled shirt in front of the mirror, Maria couldn’t resist staring at the ugly scars that marred her body. She had always hated them and felt extreme despair whenever she looked at them. But today was different. As she traced her fingers over the raised and discoloured lines, she felt grateful.
Grateful because she reflected on her childhood and how different it was from her children’s. She had grown up in a household filled with anger and violence, and she had vowed to never let her children experience that kind of environment. Maria was grateful for the opportunity to show her children a different way of handling conflict and mistakes. She knew that in the end, it was moments like these that would shape her children into kind, compassionate adults. And for that, she was willing to forgive a spilt cup of coffee and a dirtied dress shirt any day.

After dropping the kids off to school, she got to work and all was well until she received the call.

It was her brother. Telling her that their father was in the hospital. And that he probably only had a few days left. This was her only chance to meet him and say goodbye. She decided she didn’t care. He was always dead to her anyway. They’ve never even spoken once after she’d moved out at eighteen. Not when she graduated. Not when she got married. Not even for the birth of her children. And certainly not for the death of her husband. So why should she do it now?

But as she sat alone in her office, the memories started flooding back. The times he would take her fishing, the time when he picked her up from school and intimidated her bullies. Despite everything, he was still her father. And deep down, she knew she would regret not seeing him one last time.

So after asking for permission from her boss, she clocked out early and made the long journey to the hospital. When she arrived, she was greeted by her brother, who led her to her father's room. He was weak and frail, but his eyes lit up when he saw her. They talked for hours, reminiscing about the past and sharing their regrets.

Before she left, her father reached out to her and said, "I may not have been the best father, but I love you more than words can express. I'm sorry for everything." Tears streamed down her face as she hugged him tightly, finally letting go of the anger and resentment she had held onto for so long.

In the end, she was grateful for the chance to say goodbye and make peace with her father. And as she left the hospital, decided she couldn't exactly forgive him, but she would try to make his last days on this planet easier for him.

(This story is coming from the pov of the hated person, TW: abuse, drugs, alchol, suicide,selfharm.)

Everytime i say a word another bloody imprint in my arm, i love the pain, its a reminder that i can still feel. At this point im not wondering what i can do to get people to like me, im wondering what im gonna use to kill my self, the shoelace isnt strong enough, the clothes hangers would snap, i could start a bath and bring the toster in with me, mabye jump off the london bridge? I cant believe myself im being so fucking selfish.

(At the bus stop)

Waiting for the bus to come takes so effing long- oh damn he’s hot, wait what the fuck thats not right, I cant say that. i motion my hand upwards to try to signal him over to me, why am i doing this? Why am i so weird? Holy shit he is accually walking over here, he sits next to me, Hes probably just gonna pick on me or something. Then out of the blue he says "Can you put your number on my phone" im internaly screaming, why would he ask me that, for what? "for what?" I respond back calmly "you seemed cute and fun to be around, do you want to come to ash high bbq next thursday?" Woah woah woah, cute? Fun? "Theres a ash high bbq?" i say back. "Yea theres one every year" he says "but only some people get to go" oh my god am i getting invited to the popular kid bbq "oh okay" i cheerily say back. I put my number in his phone and he walked away with a head nod and a wave, and i did the same back.

Today has been the best day yet and im not gonna end the happy day, i texted my mom "im gonna hang at a friends house" and of course she says "evan why do you think i would care

(EDIT: i just realized i didn’t give "hot guy" a name so his name is Adrian now👍)